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Author: andy |
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Date Posted: 10:22:26 01/20/08 Sun The Dead Bark of Old Moons In the sinewy hours lit by a hallowed moon in the wind-shake hammer of slap-jacked storms the tidal tests of moods that shift and jar a soul into the testimonial fires of "I did not live this life for me" Like some provincial rain that comes crisp from a latent spring that's been sprung too tight some stored kinetic energy so fast relinquished down the sliding sun into a new night fast and black I blessed her spirit on the high brow of my cusp the bent bow of this relentless pirates ship about to give way to the eternal sea that never sleeps that, never sleeps but, always knows my name this is where I find the space, the cornea of your grace to keep my time in line with all that you have gifted me Out on the misty, foggy, clouds, of white puffed smoke where tangerine dreams float without a thought of death in the warmth of some angora fever, the wool of you upon my skin, reminds me of your cambric soul and so I dance on-- here with this paupers heart in the blade-grass of some long past century some old soul rythum that taps the foot as good ghosts all come fast in gathering My parched desires scrubbed upon the walls of time compromised by religion and my own great fear in quaternaries of thoughts they fly with gulls that wink a wing before they caw and cry each to have no answers, nor dominion over lies this is where I find the space, the sweet corner of your grace to keep my time in line God in place The sweet sauce of the tremulous times that stole my heart in great remembrances it would all crumble, crash and burn if not for you and the ash upon my brow Into some sunlight 'morrow where the corn is gold where the thrashing of the whale defines a story told where the mast of my vessel blood and sailing ship takes a final bow before it bends and dips May my good-bye mean one thousand hello's may my life be one that someone may know what I sight when with these aging sea-clad eyes scenes of you in the nevermore but, truthful skies for this is where I find good space, the evidence of your grace that keeps my time with God in place ajs [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |